Five countries vary greatly: Kolshtak, a desert home for gypsies, merchants, and knights, who form communities around sources of water; Manti, home to elves and due to a recent civil war, they now strive for peace; Lalan'ay, landlocked, it have become known for its diplomacy and trading routes; Pyroose, the barbarian country with clans fighting bitterly for survival…and Shayz'renth, centered between them and known for having powerful sages who can grant power.
Will you join? _________________________ Level: Intermediate Genre: Medieval Fantasy Rating: R Original Birth: 2001 Moved to AcornRack: December 2007 _________________________
What we offer • Plots: There's a holiday or event each month, and there are several member created plots. It's easy to jump in, whether it's an assassination, a quest, trouble in the temples, or a masquerade. • Places: There are several boards to roleplay in different countries and clans. • Positions & Species: You name it, we probably have it. If not, we're open to new ideas. We also have adoptable characters and important positions to fill. • Friendly and Active Members • A C-box • A Newsletter: Every month a newsletter is sent out. It's fun, informative, and keeps you up to date. • Details: Lots of information for character development or just for the sake of reading.
›Forbidden Fruit; a Disney RPG « Result #2 on Apr 25, 2009, 6:24pm »
Welcome to Wake Island. Haven't heard of it? Why, of course you haven't because why should you? It's population is less than fifty thousand and it's located in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. And if you're lucky enough to actually find it, you probably won't be staying long. That is, if you're not planning on attending the Wonderland Academy.
The Wonderland Academy, the biggest attraction of the whole island, is a prestigious school for young adults ages 18-23. Classes like acting and painting can be majored in, along with your core classes.
Ask any student or faculty and they'll probably tell you that the best part of Wonderland Academy is this: all the beautiful Disney characters. After the initial shock, you'd ask, "What?" Wonderland Academy is the 'academy of Disney characters', meaning every student and staff member has the personality of a Disney character. Probably from all those apples they've eaten. What about you?
~Dream Theater « Result #3 on Apr 1, 2009, 4:38pm »
Welcome to Broken Ridge High where the sky's the limit. Is this your first time? Well sit right there and imagine, just imagine a place, a beautiful place. This is what we here at Broken Ridge want, for your imagination to run...wild.
EXACTLY HIS BRAND OF HEROINE . « Result #4 on Mar 19, 2009, 3:00pm »
E X A C T L Y . H I S . B R A N D - - O F . H E R O I N E .
EXACTLY HIS BRAND OF HEROINE is based off the Twilight Series, written by Stephenie Meyer. So far we have went though the events that happened in Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse. Right now we are Post-Eclipse, and not following on with Breaking Dawn but we are going to use it as a possible outline for certain events and happening. HEROINE has over 60+ members who have been accepted and posted on the boards, and we are still gaining members by the day. We're an easy to intermidate role-play site, but we do perfer at least two paragraphs or more for a post. The site is equiped with 5 lovely staff members who almost at anytime can help with any questions you may have. Your apps should be looked at within 48 hours of posting and be accepted if they up to par. The site has been open for a year, October 13th of 2007. We'd love to add new members to our ever growing site. Don't feel intimidated, we're told we are a bit different than most Twilight RPG's around.
Some people like to know this so, I thought why not include it. Currently we are looking for a couple of main canons, and they are. Esme Cullen. Collin. Brady. And Quil Aterea. These canons are needed for plots but also there are a lot more canons needed as well. You can find the full list HERE. Taking any canon would be greatly appreciated. If you need more info on a canon or the plots that character might be in, please contact one of the admins and ask. We do keep that information around to let you know whats going on. Hopefully you like the plots.
F O R K S & L A P U S H , W A - - S E P T E M B E R , 2 0 0 6 .
August has come and gone and its now September of 2006, school is now in session--much to the kids disappointment, but there isn’t much that they can do. Its been set like that for a long time now. Edward Cullen and Bella Swan’s wedding has now passed, and no one has seen them since they left that night. There are new people showing up in Forks and La Push, the first time in awhile. At least something’s spicing up the gene pool. Hahaha. Anywho, its now starting to get colder, the sun is coming out to show itself a lot less and there are now, no Cullens at the school. What a disappointment to the whole student body. Angela Weber, a girl that had just graduated from Forks High school in May, was attacked out in the back of her woods. She doesn’t believe what happened, nor will she tell anyone…Well except maybe someone she trust dearly. Such as maybe Bella Swan, or now Bella Cullen. Nothing much has happened in Septmbere yet…there are rumors floating about though that the two schools--Forks High School and La Push High--are going to come together to throw a high school dance sometime soon. Some are hoping that it’ll be a Halloween bash, even though it is more than a month away until Halloween.
T H E . N E W S . A B O U T . T O W N - - M O L L Y . V E G A S . C A R S O N .
Even with the school year having just started, there is something that is causing quite the commotion at La Push High. Molly Carson, a new student--cousin of Embry Call--got into a car accident and, of course wasn't wearing her seat belt. No one yet knows the source behind why she wrecked into the tree, some say something jumped out in front of her and others say she was talking on her cell phone--like most teenagers do. The poor car was almost completely demolished, everyone is still waiting to see the reaction by the friends and family members of Molly Carson. All that anyone knows about the car wreck at the current moment is that she was taken to the hospital and family members and others were notified. Others meaning her ties to a certain someone in Forks, though no on knows who it is and most the teenagers in La Push are dying to find out who this special someone is. Wonder why that is. Only time will tell. For a fuller plot on the site please click HERE. What’s listed above is just the outline of a few events, others you’ll just have to come and read up on. Heroine has tons of plots going on with it, and more are always wanted and are welcomed. Currently we are looking for more male humans, and canons, but anything is welcomed, except for original vegetarian vampires. Come and check us out, if you have any questions just ask one of the members or admins, everyone is pretty friendly so you shouldn’t have any trouble getting a nice answer.
Hallow City, The dark before the dawn. « Result #5 on Jan 23, 2009, 6:17am »
Hallow City, once a prosperous and lively place, is slowly dying. The economy crash hit the city hard. Many of the shops, restaurants, and other small businesses are shutting down. Several corporate giants have decided to outsource their factories and have shut down whole production plants, greatly contributing to the rising unemployment rate. Those lucky enough to remain in a job have endured severe wage cuts, coupled with the increase cost of living. The few remaining businesses feel no need to compete with whats not there, raising prices to get as much money as possible, further increasing the problem. The gap between the rich and poor is increasing steadily, the filthy rich separating themselves from the 'scum' outside their world.
As the city slowly dies the government has been struggling to think up a solution to the problem, but so far political strategies have been ineffectual. The Mayor has taken matters into his own hands, implementing the Clean Up the Streets Program as soon as it came to mind. Mass murder at its best, Clean Up the Streets has been assigned to the ruthless Chief of Police, John Wilson, who has given his cold-hearted cops one order: kill all homeless on sight. Perhaps if the streets are cleaner, free of the homeless burdens on society, then the city will come to life once again. This is the Mayor's reasoning, and only time will tell if his brutal solution will resurrect Hallow City to its former glory. Of course the rich and ordinary citizens knew of the program, but not what it entailed. Instead of a brutal slaughter of men, women, and children, they were told that the homeless were part of a "relocation" effort by the city government.
There was one ray of hope however, for those that knew about the refuge. A large abandoned factory on the outskirts of the main city, the home of the Resistance. Led by Thomas Riley the resistance is a group of homeless set out to bring change, to fight the police with all they have. Outside help gives them guns, readying them to fight, not be as weak as they once where. Also trying to get peoples lives on track, focusing on getting its members back into work. To do a better job than the corrupted government is.
Not everybody has suffered becoming homeless however, some survive by clinging on to every penny for deal life. Just getting by on the cheapest food and the bare necessities. They live each day in worry that their small amount of money will run out, that they will be tossed out onto the street like so many others. Then there are the rich, that live in blissful ignorance of the world around them, getting by as easily as they always had. Life becoming easier if anything, as they get more and more money.
--- lights out ! « Result #6 on Jan 21, 2009, 11:18am »
palm springs rarely sees a day that's not sunny and it's temperatures reflect that. the summer days here are scorching, but the nights are even hotter. referring to palm springs as a desert paradise would be about right. the mountains that surround palm springs are beauiful and create it's very warm climate. and let's not forget about the film festivals held each year that bring in many celebrities. most that reside here were, at one point, mere travelers, led astray by palm springs pristine landscapes and its promise of a new start. but the city's current population is dominated by the richest of the rich, the most influential, infamous, or successful faces of the modern world. money is not something these people worry about; in fact, it's merely an object with which they can achieve whatever their hearts desire.
there is no respite from the dramatics here, especially not a brinton academy which was founded by one of the wealthiest actors today alexandre brinton. some only pretend to live the life of the glamorous, but the truly glamorous know exactly how to live life - endlessly pleasurable nights and days spent accumulating vicious secrets. of course theres enough secrets to spread around at allerton university as well which is home to the best liberal arts program in the continental united states. while many come here to spend their summers, the only ones who truly know the city's secrets are those who remain here year round. the peaceful community of palm springs isn't all too quiet, though, and misplaced trust could land you in much, much deeper than you bargained for. here in palm springs, you only know you've truly established yourself when you hear your name escaping everyone's lips. remember, be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.
` pavotworth academy « Result #7 on Jan 14, 2009, 6:51pm »
PAVOTWORTH New England's favorite boarding school.
-[For a shortened version of the plot, scroll down.]
Welcome to Pavotworth Academy, the most prestigious school in all the land. Or atleast, that was the image that was desired when it was first created. In reality, this boarding school is easily the least prestigious school in the New England area, and in the headmaster’s eyes, maybe even the whole country.
While recently undergoing an extreme change by transforming the all boys’ school to a coed school, the resulting consequence was none other than total chaos. However, this new found temptation that’s now there to distract the boys isn’t the only problem that plagues the school. Not only are insufficient funds given to the school, but the administration that governs the students and school are what us kids refer to as the ‘scum of the earth.’ This includes, but is certainly not limited to, alcoholics, sex addicts, drug addicts, pedophiles, and horrible people in general (such as teachers who used to be corrupted lawyers or business men who cheated their way through life, or people who have basically just had an unfortunate past and are now either pure evil or anti-students.) Unlike all of those other amazing schools in the New England area, Pavotworth could care less about the standards of its students as long as they’re high enough to provide the school with enough funding to maintain the school. I mean seriously, I swear our books are going to turn to dust next year and that the roof over our heads is going to collapse (and kill fifty people in the process) if the school doesn’t get more money anytime soon.
Despite the fact that it may appear as though things can in no way get any worse than they already are, they definitely can. With a corrupt and absolutely horrible administration, one needs terrible students to match. The campus is full of the most dysfunctional children known to man. From the traditional very *friendly* person to the incoherent and illiterate jock, you’ve also got those special kids with special illnesses. And by that I mean your traditional pyromaniac and schizophrenic, along with various other strange kids that just have downright problems. You’ve got your random cliques here and there as well, but overall, most students don’t tend to get along too much… they tend to let others know of their hate through violent and very verbal ways.
With low standards and expectations comes a student body that wreaks havoc in all ways possible. As a way to rebel against the nefarious administration, some students have been known to group together and pull the greatest and most elaborate pranks ever, though this doesn’t mean that they don’t give each other the same treatment also. However, with the recent transformation and the horrible conditions that the school currently faces, students may be forced to join together to save it from utter destruction. Why? Because the end of Pavorworth would mean that they’d be forced to go to a school that actually cared.
IN SHORT: Pavotworth is a boarding school that faces several hardships; a horrible administration, rebellious students, and a financial problem that inches closer each semester. As students attempt to enjoy their stay here at Pavotworth, they either join together with other students, bother the administration and their fellow students, or forget school overall and wreak havoc in the nearby town. Nonetheless, Pavotworth is a school in serious need of renovation.
Re: death of me - New Twilight RPG « Result #8 on Jan 12, 2009, 6:58am »
I don't believe so. I am actually reading the series over again....and seeing the movie for the fifth time this weekend...Twilight is anything but dead, especially now that New Moon is in the making for the theatre. .....*snarls lightly*.....I am protective of the series that inspired me to write...
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Book 1: The Red Kings Rebellion « Result #9 on Jan 11, 2009, 9:13pm »
1. You Should Have Seen It Coming
The gloomy darkness of the gray sky covered the damp city of Pyre as a boy ran down the cobblestone streets. He panted as his legs pushed him farther as he looked back and the cold wind pushed his blonde hair in his face. Two men in black suits and sunglasses chased him as one extended his hand to grab him, but missed no less than an inch. “Dang!” said the black man who tried to grab him he looked over to his partner that was chasing the boy with him. “Grab the boy, don’t look at me!” he panted, a ball of sweat ran down from his forehead down his stiff face. “You would have the thought the boy would’ve given up by now.” The black man said looking towards the boy they were chasing. Then the boy’s sandal tripped him over the cobblestone and he fell onto the rocky street. The boy turned around and tried backing up but one of the men grabbed his leg. “I’ve got you now boy and you’re gonna pay!” the white man with the stiff face yelled as he curled up a fist and started to swing at the boy, but then a gunshot deafened those around as a bullet went through the man’s head and blood sprayed on the young boy’s face. The boy’s eyes widened with shock as he sat there stunned. The dead body fell onto the young boy and his black sunglasses slid off the man’s face onto the street. The boy came to his senses and pushed the dead body off of him and he stood up and prepared to run away, but then he was the standing infront of the shooter. The boy saw the shine of the man’s .347 Magnum Revolver and he looked at the figure that was holding it. It was a tall figure in a red overcoat. He was wearing black slacks, shoes, and gloves and top hat with a ripped top. The top hat had a red, silk cloth around the length of it holding a partially ripped red king of hearts. He had sharp pointed sunglasses that seemed as if they pierced you soul. The boy and the black man stood in amazement as it was no ordinary man, but an invisible one. The hat and sunglasses seemed as they were immobilized in mid-air above the clothing. “Get…behind me.” said a voice that came from the being. The voice that invisible man had was filled sadness, regret, and tragedy, but the boy obeyed and quickly ran behind the man as he knew through all the sadness in this man’s voice he heard trust. The black man pulled off the gun off his belt and held his hands up in the air. “Look, I surrender just please don’t kill me.” he begged as he looked at the man holding the gun with his finger on the trigger. A dark chuckle came from the invisible man as he did not move an inch from where he was standing. “Now, why would I do such a thing like that, you have joined the wrong group of people and now you shall pay for your wrong decision.” The man said in such an evil tone it sent shivers down the young boy’s spine as the man pulled the trigger and a bang erupted through the city once more. The man blew the tip of the gun as smoke left it and he put it on the belt of his pants and covered it with his coat. The boy looked after a few seconds have passed as the dead man’s body fell to the ground with a bloody bullet hole in the chest. The boy was now scared and he started to back away was turning around to run away, but the invisible man appeared infront of the boy. He was looking straight down at the blonde orphan. The man thingyed his head to the right and the boy started to back away again, but the man finally spoke towards the boy for the first time. “Why…were they after you?” he asked curiously. The boy stopped and looked at the man for a minute and answered him. “I…I…I was trying to get some food for my grandma and--,“ the boy was then interrupted by the man. “You’re lying…why were they after you?” he asked again. He hesitated for his next answer for he was not going to give it up that easily. “I was stealing from Judge Fairre’s place.” “You’re still lying…you can’t keep the truth hidden, so tell me, why were they after you?” he persistently asked again. The boy then gave up and looked at the man’s sunglasses and told him. “I’m part of The Red Kings Rebellion.” He finally told the man who was then satisfied with the his answer he received. “So you know the crest of The Red King?” he asked him as he pulled the card out of his hat and bend down to show him. The boy looked at the crest and nodded and looked back at the man and remarked to the man. “So you know the crest of The Red King?” and the man nodded to the boy as the man slid the card back into the red silk cloth and he stood straight up and turned around. “Come with me.” The man said and he started to walk off down the streets. The boy hesitated, but he knew as well he had no place to go so he ran and caught up with the man and he looked straight up at him or the sunglasses that it. “What is your name?” the man asked the boy as they turned the street. “Eric Tenit…yours?” he asked back to the man. The man waited for a minute and then spoke. “I don’t have a name, everyone just calls me Mr. Red.” he spoke as he looked down at the boy and then back to the streets, “So, Eric, I bet you don’t even know where we’re going, Hm?” Mr. Red asked Eric. Eric shook his head and paid attention to where they were going and then asked naively. “Where are we going?” Mr. Red looked chuckled lightly and said. “Home,”
They walked on and on and on until Eric started complaining about how his feet started hurt and he was tired. “Are we almost there yet?!” he asked in aggravation. Mr. Red stopped and then looked at the boy. “We’re not almost there, we are here.” He said to Eric as when Eric turned and looked all he was a busted down auditorium. “This isn’t a home, this is just a junky building, and where are we?” he asked him. “We’re lost.” Mr. Red said as if he was proud of something he did. “I thought you said we were home!” he yelled in an angry voice looking at Mr. Red. The tall man came down into Eric’s face and flicked him in the nose and said to him. “You must be lost to get home”. Eric held his nose and looked at Mr. Red as if he was on some kind of drug. Mr. Red then stood straight and then stomped on the ground as the street beneath them crumbled away and they fell into a black abyss. Eric looked up and was the street return back to normal and then looked down and started to scream. Mr. Red just casually stood straight up and looked at the walls around him and yawned. Then it started getting lighter and lighter to the point they could see each other and the ground. Eric was still too busy screaming his head off thinking he was going to shatter into many pieces, but then he started to slow down until his feet softly landed on the ground. Eric caught his breath from the terrifying drop down to a place where many people were working and high tech computers were everywhere. “Where are we?” he asked looked around at the people working the computers and then farther down the hall he noticed a giant painting holding the crest of The Red King. “Welcome, to the city of Pyre’s HQ of The Red Kings Rebellion” said Mr. Red as he looked around and breathed in the air and gave a sigh of relief and said. “It’s feels so good to be home”. Eric looked at Mr. Red then the high tech hall around him and he started walking towards where the giant painting held the emblem. He looked it from top to bottom and then back at Mr. Red. Eric noticed he was talking to some woman. Eric raised a brow and started to walk back down the rouge carpet. The lady looked at Eric and then back at Mr. Red and sighed. “So, this is Eric.” She asked Mr. Red, who just gave a nod in reply. Eric got a better look at the mystery lady. She seemed as if she was in her early twenties. She had pale skin and a light purple tint under her eyes. She was average height and was very slender. She had jet black hair that she wore down to her shoulders. Clothing wise, she wore a short, black maid’s outfit with a small tiara, a white apron around her waist, and black heels. Then his eyes caught something on her apron, it held a faint gray Red Kings Rebellion emblem. She had rose pink lips and gray eyes with a light red tint around the pupil. She stared down at Eric and then bent forward and rest her hands on her knees and looked up at him. “So, Eric, how old are you?” she asked Eric. He looked down at her and then finally spoke. “Fourteen, may I ask your name?” he asked in the politest tone he could make. She giggled. “You may call me Miss White.” She told Eric. Miss White then stood up to full length and then looked at Mr. Red and then skipped off down to a lower corridor of the HQ. Eric watched her leap off and then shockingly stared at what was on her back. It was an old 1897 Winchester Trench Gun that was preserved enough to still work and shoot. Eric looked up at Mr. Red who laughed greatly knowing this was very surprising to see a lady carrying a pump shotgun with her around. “She’s way out of your league.” Mr. Red chuckled telling young Eric who frowned at Mr. Red and quickly changed the subject as a light blush came across his face. “So where do I stay? I don’t have anywhere to live.” He asked his new companion. Mr. Red thought about it for a minute and then looked down at Eric. “You can have my room until you become a full-fledged member of the Rebellion and get your own room.” Mr. Red told him and started to walk to show him his living quarters. Eric followed him down a flight of stairs passing what he told Eric was the Cafeteria. “You will only come here for breakfast and meetings, which we have every Sunday at 5:00 p.m. to 7:00 p.m.” he told looking at Eric. “And there are only two rule to follow about meetings,” Mr. Red said stopping Eric before they went down any farther down the headquarters. “You shall never, ever be late and you shall never misbehave, is that understood?” Mr. Red asked him sternly as if a parent telling their child to not misbehave in public. Eric nodded as he saw Mr. Red’s gun on his belt when he was turning around to go down the next flight of stairs that lead to the living quarters. They went down a long corridor that seemed as if it belonged in a five star hotel. Mr. Red could tell Eric was already surprised. Mr. Red chuckled at Eric’s reaction. “Yes, fascinating, hmm? When you become a high class member like I am, you will have the nice living quarters which you will be staying in for a few days until you actually become a real member of the rebellion.” Mr. Red told him opening room number two. To Eric it was as if he was opening a door to the room of a king. There was a large king sized bed with a red comforter with the Red King Rebellion’s Crest on it (there was also one of the oak headboard at the head of the bed). There was a love seat right beside the bed and on the other side a night stand with a picture frame of what seemed of Mr. Red and a young girl with black hair. Eric took a closer look at the picture and noticed that just wasn’t any girl with black hair, it is Miss White. They were under a tall oak tree; Mr. Red was holding Miss White around the waist. Her eyes were closed and she was blushing with a nervous smile and it seemed she was facing the other way of him. She also wasn’t as pale; she had color to her face. Eric looked up at Mr. Red who slowly walked over and picked the picture up. He wiped his thumb over the picture from any gathered dust and set it down the way it was before. “You may use my bed until you get a room of your own. The bathroom is over there. I suggest you clean up and we’ll talk to the captain about making you an official member” Mr. Red said pointing south of the bed. “Knowing the captain you will have a mission to complete before you are initiated into the Red King’s Rebellion.” Mr. Red told Eric as he was about to enter the bathroom. Eric entered the bathroom and looked around. It had all the necessities of a normal bathroom, a sink, toilet, shower and bath (It also had a towel rack with red towels and the crest on it). The curtain for the shower was red and it had a white crest of the Red King’s Emblem. He gave a sigh and turned on the water and turned a silver knob and changed it to shower. He felt the shower until it was just hot enough. He stripped down nude and stepped into the hot shower. The hot water felt good on his skin as it felt as if all his troubles were washing away down the drain. He did all the usual things in a shower, he washed his body and hair, but after all of that he just stood under the hot water and he let his body soak in all the heat. He let out a sigh of relief as the warmth made him feel better again. He turned off the faucets and stepped out of the shower onto a towel he set out earlier. He dried himself off from head to toe and tied the towel around his waist. He wiped the foggy mirror and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked all the way from his dirty blonde hair down his slender upper body. He wasn’t muscular, but he also wasn’t heavy. He turned and looked at the door and noticed there were some clothes hanging from the door knob, and a new pair of shoes under them. He picked them and noticed a piece of paper fall from them. He picked it up and read it.
I noticed you needed some new clothes and shoes, the sandals were going to fall apart any minute. I snuck these in when you were taking a shower. You can thank me later. Also, the watch is a gift.
- Mr. Red
He read over it again and then looked at his new clothes and then threw the piece of paper away in the trash can beside the toilet. He smiled as he checked all he got from his companion. Eric thought about it, not a companion. He can now call him a friend. Mr. Red gave him a white button down shirt, black slacks, black dress socks, and a nice pair of black dress shoes. Then to finish the set was a black tie, a silver Rolex watch, white gloves, and a navy blue overcoat just like Mr. Red’s. He quickly put on his new clothing and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked as if he was a member of the team, but Mr. Red said he had to be initiated first by talking to the captain. He picked up his old clothes and threw them in the garbage can with the torn up sandals. He looked at them and walked down the door flattening the clothes down his body and nodded with a smile. He walked in the room and noticed Miss White looking around the room. She then walked over to the picture on the night stand. “May I help you Miss White?” Eric asked when he came into the room. Miss White jumped and set the picture down and turned around laughing nervously. “No no no! I wasn’t doing anything” she said with a nervous laugh. Eric rolled his eyes and a small grin came onto his face. He cleared his face and asked. “Then what are you doing in here?” “Oh” Miss White stopped laughing and told him “Mr. Red wanted me to tell you that you need to go to the room next door and talk about becoming a member.” “Alright, thank you Miss White.” Eric told her as he quickly ran out the door and pulled it shut behind him. Miss White smiled as she released a sigh and looked back at the picture on the night stand and spoke to herself. “He’s a lot like you, you know?” She looked back around the room and slowly sat on the bed.
Re: [Closed] && Here Lies My {Soul} « Result #10 on Jan 11, 2009, 7:16pm »
Trust me, I'm not okay
Connor sighed quickly as he sat stood back up. "You're one strange girl." He said with a humorous annoyance to his voice, "but then again, you're not much different from Valkyrie." He continued, reaching for her hand and helping her stand back up. "Woah now, easy. No more trips, I don't wanna have to wait to see you next fall. Ha." He finished, taking her hand again and assisting her off of the stage. "I guess I gotta go, I mean, I have some other stuff I have to do. Thanks again for that dance, I look forward to the next chance we get. See you around!"
« Last Edit: Jan 11, 2009, 7:17pm by Connor Dalca »
death of me - New Twilight RPG « Result #12 on Jan 10, 2009, 5:33am »
Forks, Washington has always been a place where things have been simple. Recently, with the influx of vampires, people have failed to notice those that have gone missing. The werewolves can't hurt the Cullen clan. They've not broken their contract, they've not hurt a soul. But it's open season on vampires. With everyone in a whirlwind of vampiric chaos and death tolls in Forks rising, the Volturi still haven't shown their faces to stop the madness.
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Following a trio in Italy, the Volturi are winded and tired. Their bodies go forever, but their minds, caused by blackness in their tracking and the inability to see the ones being tracked, are growing weary, ready to return home. That is when a sense comes. the smell of a creature closer. He's bleeding, wounded. He's what they're hunting. The fourth to the group, making it a trio that's on the loose, rather than four. His words lead them all to Forks, where the Volturi come armed, ready to kill.
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They carry no scent. They are close. Two males, a single female, each varying in size, each meek and unwilling to become part of a group. What are they? What could be dangerous enough to distract the Volturi when they were clearly challenged by such scary numbers that have climbed in Forks?
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This RPG is set during the time of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight novel. But it's in your hands now if you, the player, will simply play out her series plot or deviate from it. Only you can tell ... or can you?
A Twilight RPG Rated R (US), 18+ (UK) All Levels Welcome Brand New || Canons Needed
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Re: [Closed] && Here Lies My {Soul} « Result #13 on Jan 4, 2009, 10:26pm »
Not All Knights In Shining Armor, Can Make Your Dreams Come True
Bliss looked up to Conner, trying to figure out if this was normal. Her gaze fell around the theatre, making sure her surroundings had stopped spinning. "I wish I could say this was normal…but It's not at all. I can't figure out what's wrong. Before I ran out of the door this morning I started getting dizzy and fell over, but then I jumped back up and was fine. The weather seems normal, and I…I just don’t know. I feel fine again."
She spoke with a gentle tone. Her pale hand slowly fell on his, as she smiled. "As I said, I'm fine now. You don't need to hold on, I wont fall again. And if you took me to the infirmary, I'm sure Riley would have a heart attack and then try to kill you." Her voice gently rang from her vocals. She tried to trace back to the day before, to find what could be making her dizzy.
Nothing, and that was all she could think of. She had a headache yesterday, but that was normal after playing guitar for two hours. She sighed gently, trying to not trigger another dizzy spell. She slowly took her guitar from over her shoulder and rested it against the ground, wishing it no further damage then it had taken when she fell. Her blonde bangs fell in front of her eye, though she had no wish to brush them away. She was simply hiding behind her hair the best she could, as she thought of what was wrong.
{{Out Of The Dark Our [SECRETS] Hide}} (OPEN) « Result #14 on Jan 2, 2009, 12:42am »
{I may get shot for doing this, breaking the rules and all....but come on everyone let's get this site active again. }
A Touch Of Poison Seals My Fate, Once King Of Roses Now Lord Of Gold
Skylar took off at a brisk pace from his home, his blonde hair swaying to and fro' his face. A sigh fled from his vocals as he looked back behind him, seeing that he had left his skateboard along the street. He turned, pivoting on his heels, and went back for his beloved. A smile quickly replaced his frown as he placed his left foot on the board's surface and quickly took off. He was going to be late, and he couldn't…Riley would never let this down, Skylar being late! Haha, that would be the topic of a lifetime. Especially cause his little sister, Bliss, was head over heels for the blond skater. He shook his head with a light grin, and finally turned to the road Riley mentioned. The equally tall raven haired teen grinned in greeting, and Bliss…simply blushed and looked away. The other guys waved, and said their hellos…and continued skating away. Skylar jumped off his board and walked over to Riley, who tripped Bliss as she tried to escape. With a shriek she bumped into Skylar and quickly rebounded to trip over his skateboard. Riley smirked, just to his plan…only Skylar's reaction…wasn't as planned. He ran to his skateboard and picked it up, "Oh my gosh, did that girl hurt you? Are you alright?" Yeah, it wasn't supposed to end like that, nope not at all. He was supposed to run over and help Bliss up…wow…Skylar is hopeless…
Now here he was standing in the Grande theatre, looking around and scanning to see who was here…good no one! Now, to think of something to do. He needed to practice his singing, one song in-particular. His new one, Creatures. Now, his band wasn't here that was obviously seen. But still, he needed to work on it. With a small sigh he walked around the stage, setting in his mind where his band would actually be if they were present. He nodded softly and set up a microphone stand, not turning it on though. With a flick of his hand he brushed away the hair in his face and began to sing the song.
"Lately I've been thinking, you've got something up your sleeve. I'm knee deep in deciet, slowly drowning in your disease. And when the truth is finally told you had me in a strangle hold. So tight I cannot breathe, baby, the thought alone is killing me. So tell me, tell me if there's somebody else. Cause I don't plan on taking chances with the cards I've been dealt. When wishful thinking's the only thing I've got, she loves me, she loves me not."
Rivera ;; A School for the Gifted « Result #15 on Jan 1, 2009, 4:19pm »
RIVERA School for the Gifted An Intermediate Spy Roleplay
Just outside a small town located on the coast, near the border of California and Oregon, lies a grand manor. It's surrounded by two-storey-high stone walls, grey in color and overgrown with ivy. Mechanically locked wrought iron gates guard the entrance and if you peek through the bars, you can see the stone building amidst the foliage. On an aerial view, it looks similar to three spokes of a wheel. It's name? Rivera, a school for the gifted.
Or, at least, that's what everyone thinks it is. A school for geniuses. And it is, in a way. They do only accept geniuses, but they teach them more than college-level mathematics. They teach them how to be spies. Oh, they say the students can use what they learn for whatever they want when they leave the school, but most of them do become spies. It just feels natural by that point.
The town is within a two-mile distance of the building. A small town, true, but filled with your everyday, ordinary people. Being in such close proximity with them means that they must keep the utmost of secrecy about what goes on within the stone enclosure. But, even with ex-spies patrolling the halls night and day to keep the students from sneaking out, some still manage. And if they aren't good enough to keep it all a secret from the town, then it's not just expulsion they've got to be worried about.
Opened on January 1, 2009, and looking for active members People needed to play teachers. Opportunity to play as a student or a member of the town. Admin who tries to be on at least once a day. Looking for staff to help.
Welcome to one of the most prestigious academies in all of the lower 48! Barrington Academy specializes in art, music, dance, acting, and filmography. We teach students the power of art in life is truly one of the greatest things in life.
Please contact a staff member with any questions you may have pertaining to the academy.
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